I grew up in Stalliongrad for my days of young though I don't remember much of it. I was around 4 when the great fall happened, but I was lucky enough to escape with a few others, though at a price. My parents were left behind, I had no idea weather they're alive or not, but I knew they would want me to move on. During the trip to a land I was unfamiliar with we passed many places and many ponies both rich and poor. We passed a place known as Saddlearabia it looked like a desert, a hot dry desert full of small shops and homes. On our way out I came across a young filly who offered me a black vest and told me the desert gets very cold at night. I took the vest and replied with a "thank you very much" and she smiled. About two days after leaving Saddlearabia we came across the land I call home today, this place was called Equestria. (End of part 1 of Cinderwind's past)
Thank you for taking the time to read to read part 1 of my past. If you enjoyed the beginning of the story please tell me and I’d be more than happy to continue, and if not too bad I'm continuing anyways!